The cat’s purring seemed to get louder

for the first time an irritation

how quiet it had been until that moment

staring through the open window

across open fields and a dirty grey sky

his life slowly ticking by!


Almost in a dream like state became aware

of the patterns in the clouds

that drew his complete attention got up

found himself outside eyes fixed

as a large hole appeared in the formation

that lacked rational explanation!


The centre opened spiraling downwards

from within came a large craft

that hovered while the sky then cleared

just appearing before his eyes

he surveyed no noise could be heard

nothing else nearby stirred!


Cautiously walking down his long garden

it slowly moved upwards

as several small objects seemed to eject

flying in all direction so fast

ascending the clouds opened once more

this time of a wider bore!


Rising into heaven or another dimension

the alien object did transcend

that chilling sensation immersed his being

in his mind biblical passions

of death damnation fire and brimstone

at that moment fearful alone!


Retreating back inside his safe haven

upward once more glanced

there was nothing more to be seen

the familiar purring of his cat

brought sanity to a tortured perception

was there a sinister deception?


From that day his whole attitude to life changed!


The Foureyed Poet.

Sky People!

Upon the vast reservation a beautiful delight

scary in light more at night

orbs of all colours and sizes fill the skies

those gazing it did hypnotize

part of the native american culture embraced

with their lives this was encased!


Always welcomed upon the sacred indian lands

no fear on plains or grasslands

sky people part of their history they share

with pride are prepared to declare

military interaction not allowed on reservations

nor need for secret observations!


Here part of the fabric of each ones existence

with an unspoken reverence

do not hide any secrets nor create false trails

unlike the free world telling tales

where the real truth for us is impossible to find

tangled webs they never will unwind!


From a truly uncomplicated non corrupted race

one with nature and able to face

spiritual civilisations and dimensions unseen

that none of us have foreseen

forever they interact with UFO’s and Alien life

where for them there is no strife!


The native american indians even to this day

face persecution yet guide the way

to a perception of life most could never see

their essence evermore magically free!


The Foureyed Poet.





Who can tell what is inside the human mind

how it thinks or truly feels

up to what age are we considered innocent

or something some never are

is it through inbreeding upbringing or DNA

that any feelings went away?


Are many born cold without any emotions

detached from care and love

able to kill without any mercy or conscience

from their very young age

any opinions and personality not yet fused

without history of themselves abused!


No reasons or any remorse take another life

is this instinct deep within

when children or young teenagers display

such traits of behaviour

does it not make you think how can this be

what perception of life do they see?


Gone that time when from birth to adulthood

it was of exploration and learning

now those with problems just misunderstood

the tide of corruption forever burning!


Can some be evil before their conception?


The Foureyed Poet.






It was only a moment of passion that lead

to an emotional turmoil

so much pain foolishly falling allowing

himself to be taken in

she was married at the time did not know

letting his desires grow!


She overwhelmed an inexperienced youth

still cocooned at home

without sexual thoughts or complications

his pride his game console

until he started in full-time employment

willing to give consent.


Thrust from virginity to a new perception

thrill of a much older woman

six months on she began of him to tire

as the truth began to dawn

realized he was just a diversion on the side

no moral code applied!


Only her break from a long stagnant marriage

with no loving connections

he another victim as the woman digressed

the husband no longer cared

but the youth simply left to learn a bitter test

certainly an experience to ingest!


Maybe those memories of  an  intense passion

would turn from bitterness to conquest!



The Foureyed Poet.



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